Mixer Fail

Poker Face and I go to a mixer. Dress code was strict. I couldn’t get in with my T-shirt and Poker Face just didn’t dress well. Oh well.

We hit everything on Cahuenga. Dead.

We go to another bar. Jake and his friend are there. It’s karaoke night. There’s not much to open. Two girls approach us. While trying to hug one, the other apparently got smacked in the eye with my jacket. She tries to get me kicked out, telling the bartender. According to Jake, the bartender knows she’s full of shit and ignores her, evidenced by the way I got drinks from him after the incident.

I reapproach the girl I tried to hug later. One minute she’s holding my hand, the next she hugs the guy next to her and introduces him as her boyfriend. This hasn’t happened since I worked on my authoritativeness.

I approach two girls who passed Jake and me earlier. Some guy rushes in, hugs both in a choke hold, and says he’s their boyfriend. Weird. I try to AMOG him by asking her if he’s choking her, and then telling him “it’s alright, you don’t have to try so hard, everybody likes you”. He seems to be too drunk to hear me. Or perhaps my projection sucked.

We drink. Jake and I talk game/life. The bar closes. Jake games some chick while I eat her pizza.